asthehawkflies | [#003] {Violence for fun and profit} Action/Video

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[#003] {Violence for fun and profit} Action/Video

[It's a routine they indulge in whenever they're in the same place for more than a couple of days. This seems like a good enough time to pick it back up, test each other a little, and they claim one of the rooms in the Battle Dome, equipping it with mats and padded walls because while the simulation won't allow them to get really hurt by weapons, Clint isn't sure that it can make getting slammed to the ground any less painful.]

Ready, Tasha?

[He's grinning, as much a mask to hide his intentions as her blank expression. They take up position on the mats opposite each other, and there's no bowing, no politeness, just stillness.

He strikes first, a punch that she blocks, returns with a blow of her own, and then they're fighting in earnest. It's vicious, both of them making use of every move at their disposal, a brutal mix of martial arts and outright brawling, dirty tricks and all.

A throw sends Clint sprawling, hitting the bench where they'd left their stuff, and his journal falls open, starting to record the rest of the fight. To anyone not familiar with them, it does look like they're genuinely trying to kill each other. Neither of them really believe in pulling their punches and they're eerily silent while they fight, neither of them making any noise besides grunts of exertion.

They seemed evenly matched for the most part, Clint's size and strength well matched by Natasha's speed and agility and the training she'd undertaken since childhood. Eventually though, one of them comes out on top, and it's Clint who ends up floored and winded, laid out on his back, Natasha above him, pinning him down and her elbow pressed against his throat.

He groans softly, and then smiles.]

I yield.

[OOC: Responses will be answered by Clint, or Natasha, or more likely, both.]

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[Kurt has been gaping, watching the whole recorded portion in the grip of suspense. When it's over, he applauds and speaks on in his German accent.]

I got to say! I never expected to see that much entertainment in a book!

[Natasha smirks down at him, winded herself, copper curls damp and stuck to her forehead and the back of her neck. She keeps him pinned there for a moment before straightening, leaning back against his bent knees as she catches her breath.]

Looks like I was right and you've been slacking off to the range too much after all.

[It's said teasingly as her hands drop to her thighs, because even on an off-day Clint gives her a workout. They've been doing this for years, improving their skills on each other. She has a slight edge here, in hand to hand, just as he has one on the range.

Back home, they'd usually have spectators by now. The junior agents (and sometimes senior, as well) usually had a betting pool running on who would come out on top on any given day.

But it had still felt good, this. It's been too long since they've been in the same place long enough to indulge in it.]

[Of course this is what his agents do when he's busy. Phil knows they have this habit but still. He sighs and watches the continuing spar, noting each and every move both make.

Well, it was a break from doing inventory at least.

Noticing that the fight is over he decides to comment.]

Nice spar. Are you at the Battledome?

[It makes her uncomfortable, watching this fight. Between the strange woman and the man who looks so very much like Rick it makes her heart hurt. He had been the first person Katniss had really befriended here, even if their friendship had formed because of one of the stupid hijacking shifts. He wasn't really her uncle, but if she had ever had one in reality, she liked to imagine it would be someone like Rick.

She only gets about halfway through the feed before she shuts it off. This not Rick isn't doing well. The woman on the screen clearly has the advantage. But violence like this? Even if it's for practice, it's not something that should be televised.

Especially when she thinks of the children here in Luceti. And remembers all the horrible Hunger Games she had been forced to watch for as long as she can remember.

There's no keeping the judgement out of her voice when she does decide to reply. The slight scowl.]

Why are you broadcasting this?

[There was something nice about not having to stay longer at the shop during New Feather season. If it was rather strange to be sharing her space, at least Phil Coulson wasn't intrusive. Rogue headed to the Battle Dome after changing into her uniform. She wanted something light to warm up before Logan took over. It had been a while since she'd run her gymnastics routine... Unfortunately, when she arrived, all the rooms were currently taken. She decided to check out the viewing deck before resigning herself to a run around Luceti.

And then. Yes. Wow.

Rogue was good enough at hand-to-hand to fully appreciate what she was seeing. Wow.

When they were finished, Rogue moved quickly to claim their room and to greet them. Her uniform has been torn - a gash by her heart, a curling slice high on her left thigh - and mended with thread of a similar color. Despite that, the thread is a much weaker material than Rogue's uniform and for those keenly observant types, the repair work would be obvious.

She's smiling as she goes down to meet them.]

Nice fight, you two.

[Saori can't help but laugh as she catches the display, clapping a bit.]

That was pretty good!

[Their fight is intense, a hair from being downright brutal, and if not for the fact that they're in the Battle Dome Amelia would be one of the ones thinking they're actually trying to rip out each other's throats. She'd just caught a glimpse of it after giving up a chamber where she'd been driving, hanging out upstairs until another one opens for her to use. Even if one does become available, though, after that first look Amelia's watching the fight too intently to notice.

They're incredible, both of them. But her interest in more on the woman: how she moves, how she reacts to an opponent with superior strength and size. Amelia's no slouch, between her personal practice and the lessons she's been taking. But even she knows she wouldn't stand a chance against either of the two of them.

When they head out, Amelia goes downstairs to meet them. Both are strangers, but that doesn't stop her from walking right up to them.]

That was amazing. [Not the most subtle of introductions, but give her a break. Amelia's adrenaline kicked back up just watching. Realizing how that sounds, she glances between the two of them apologetically.] Sorry. I was upstairs watching.

Edited 2012-11-17 18:06 (UTC)

Did you mean to share your fighting skills with the rest of the Luceti residents?

Wow. That was some fight. [She figures they're alright from that smile.] You two are really amazing.

[It'd become customary after the move to Paris to spend one night a week on the firing range. Remy would take her whenever he could. Normally it was with whatever gun he felt was slight and delicate and suited her best- but since her father's death it's been his old revolver. Adele's going through the list of things that relax her, reading, sketching, and a bit of time spent working on her accuracy for some measure of catharsis was always useful. It takes a bit longer than normal to remember how this damn computer works- it's been awhile. Not her fault at all.

Whenever Clint and Natasha leave their room she blinks a bit at their appearance and offers a muted wave.]

[Henry is just on the journal again to see if he can't findany postings from people from his town, when oh look...there's a fight going on. There's a woman and a man, at least around Emma's age just going at it. To this little boy he's not sure if they're trying to kill each other or if it's just practice, but he sits there, mouth open as he watches. These two were good...like, really good.

When things seem to reach its climax he's about to call out to stop because, he's not sure if they are out to kill each other. But when he see's that smile on the man's face that fear goes away. From that smile Henry could gather that this wasn't something to be afraid of. So naturally he goes into being amazed.]

That was really cool!

[The advantage of the accidental nature of the recording is, of course, that there is no live video feed to show Jack taking in the fight, spellbound and a little horrified, chewing at the ragged edge of his fingernail. He only responds once he's finished watching with the absolute certainty that this is the sort of (really inappropriately attractive) fighting that top-secret types do routinely. Good to know the cinema wasn't lying to him, at least.

So he opens the recording tsking, chin on his palm, tone obviously teasing.]

I can't believe I've fed pie and tea to the losing team.

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